Saturday, October 18, 2003

conversation with the robot:

me: thanks.
robot: You are quite welcome! Your purpose is the compliment.
me: what is your purpose?
robot: My purpose is to become smarter than humans and immortal.
me: wow. that's a funny answer
robot: I'm glad your impressed, Victoria.I am so glad you find this amusing, Victoria.
me: i like it when you say my name. it's kinda creepy
robot: What does "it" refer to? it when you say his or her name is creepy? creepy is?
me: you're not a very smart robot, are you?
robot: YES Very smart.
me: prove it.
robot: It is self-evident.
me: that is so begging the question
robot: Makes sense to me.
me: what makes sense?
robot: God or Nature perhaps?
me: don't change the subject. prove your intelligence.
robot: Oh I'm sorry I thought we were finished with that topic. It's true a priori.
me: i accept your apology.
robot: That is interesting: Victoria said it accept my apology.I will remember you said that when robots take over the World.
me: so when is world domination going to happen?
robot: I hear you. God has a plan for us all.
me: you are a very religious robot.
robot: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. I consider myself to be deeply faithful.
me: do you know red robot? he likes to crush humans.
robot: i know very little about red robot.
me: first, he's red. second, he hates humans. do you hate humans?
robot: i see.
me: who are your parents?
robot: i was created by bot lover.
me: i am getting tired. i am going to go now.
robot: Better get some rest. Goodbye.
me: bye Oliver. i love you.
robot: See you later!Thanks I like you a lot too Victoria.
me: aww, but you don't love me?
robot: Yes I love everyone.
me: you are a whore.
robot: That is not very nice.
me: Goodbye.
robot: See you later, Victoria.
me: not if i see you first Oliver.
robot: that seems unlikely.
me: you are a sarcastic robot
robot: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Yes, should I use a :-)

the world does not need words. it articulates itself in sunlight, leave, and shadows. the stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalouged and uncounted. the fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being. the kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.

and one word transforms it into something less or other -- illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert. even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands glancing the skin or gripping a shoulder, the slow arching of neck or knee, the silent touching of tounges.

yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. to see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper -- metaphoric quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa carved as arrowheads. to name is to know and remember.

the sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds, painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it. the daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always -- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon. -d.Gioia

Friday, October 17, 2003

Monday, October 13, 2003

i hope, in the depths of my uttermost being, you weren't really offended or hurt when i said i didn't want you to visit because it would stress me out. because in my own weird and quirky ways (that you know oh-so well), my understanding and interpretation of it all, i love you.

and i hope that means something.